❝Klaus Mikaelson was the monster one would tell their children, he's the villain in everyone's stories, but for me he was the prince who saved me from myself and I think I saved the last bit of hope within him.❞
Bodie Erikson wasn't human, but...
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Bodie spent most of the night after the attack against him packing most of his things, he managed to compel some people into helping with his bags. He found himself more angry than anything else, wanting nothing more than to kill the ones that tried to kill him, but he knew better. He didn't want to fight against people that want him dead more than anything else, he knew that for the sake of himself, he needed to leave.
There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to cry, he'd lost Henry. Although he knew that he was losing Henry, to know that he'd fully and truly lost his brother, was something that made him more broken than anything else. He always thought that he would have Henry by his side, but he supposed not. Was he always bound to lose his family? Was he always bound to lose the people that he calls family?
He shook his head slightly, he'd picked up a photo that he had on bedside table, it was a photo of him and the Woodford's. It was a photo that they took before everything became a mess, it was a photo that Bodie took so long ago that Bodie forgot when it truly was taken. Bodie shut his eyes and took in a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to clear his mind, he didn't want to think about the siblings that he no longer has.
Bodie will never get the siblings that he had back and that was something that he has to get used to more than anything. He was alone, the one thing that he didn't want to be, and yet he was forced to be it. He was alone and this was something that he was afraid of more than anything. He didn't want to be alone, and it was clear to him that he was always destined to be alone.
He was always going to be alone, and this was something that he needed to get used to. He shook his head, knowing that he needed to focus, he wanted to leave before anyone else decided to come and fight him, to try and kill him. He needed somewhere new to stay, but he supposed that it was something that he would need to figure out.
He was going to have a new life and although he wanted to stay here in Mystic Falls given that it was his home once, he knew that it was no longer the home that he wished that it was. He knew that he needed to find a new place to call home, and yet, when he thought of home, nothing seemed to come to mind. Bodie never truly was home for him, even after a thousand years, there was no true home, unless one counted New Orleans, but even still.
He shook his head slightly, taking in a deep breath. There was nothing else for him here and the last thing that he wanted was to stay in a place where everyone hated him. He knew that he made mistakes, but the one thing that he didn't notice was how he had been driving everyone that still cared about him away as well. This wasn't the life that he wanted and yet it was the life that his choices gave to him.
Bodie shoved the photo frame of him and the Woodford's into his suitcase, shitting it and dragging it off his bed. Everything in his room had been stripped of its belongings, all of it in his car, he'd even taken the bedding, knowing that the last thing that he wanted in his new home was to buy new bedding. It felt almost weird to see his room so bare, though he thought that he'd be used to such a thing given the amount of times that he had to do this.
